156 The highness Princess 1 (1/2)

This policeman names Jeff calls in another police car. From the arrival time, I can judge that it's a premeditated action. Because soon after he calls, the car arrives, apparently prepared to be nearby in advance.

He deliberately let Sile and two other brothers get in the new arrive police car, and then let me get in his SUV.

Obviously, he wants to separate me from them.

My hands are handcuffed behind my back, and I don't know if it's legal to be so handcuffed. Silo is not around, and I don't know the laws here.

I sit in the back row after I get on the SUV. Jeff is sitting next to me. The two companions in front are apparently his subordinates.

”Smoking?” He takes out a box of cigarettes from his arms.

I look at him coldly. ”Isn't smoking not allowed in public?”

He doesn't speak. He lights a cigarette. Then he motion to me. I pick my eyebrows.

He sees that I don't mean to refuse, so he puts the lighted cigarette in my mouth, and then he lights another one for himself.

”When did you get off the ship?” He seems to ask at will.

”Are you taking a confession? Officer.” I sneer, smoke, a mouthful of green smoke slowly sprays out to him.

”Just a casual chat.” Jeff shrugs his shoulders indifferently.

”Sorry, I won't answer any questions in the absence of a lawyer.”

Jeff laughs, with a little weird smile.

”Listen, boy!” There is a cold look in his eyes: ”I know you're 8's man. You don't know what's happened recently? Don't think the police are so easy to fool! Lawyer? You talk to me about lawyers? Hum...” He stretches out his right hand and pats my face. There's a fierce smell in his eyes: ”Did you come here by stowaway? Ship or plane? Don't think Vancouver is so easy to play around!”

I say nothing, eyes are looking at him clear and cold.

Jeff is a little annoyed by my stare. He lowers his voice and says, ”I tell you, as long as I want. I can call the immigration office anytime, and then you will be sent back home!” He hums, ”I only need a few infomation! When on earth did you come? How many people are there with you? Where are those people now?”

I laugh, just smoking and not talking.

”Don't think that 8 can cover you up. Vancouver is not his world! Canada is not your world either!”

Then he begins to tempt me: ”You give me information, I can help you change your identity. I can even help you get permanent residence rights, help you get a green card, become a legitimate citizen here! I'll even let the police protect you! If you like money, police will give you a big bonus!” he laughs.

I wait quietly for him to finish, without speaking or interrupting him, just after he closes his mouth. I just say few words: ”You're done?”

”...” Jeff and I look at each other for a long time. He suddenly laughs. The fierce and threatening expression on his face convergs, then shows a gentle smile. He slowly takes out a miniature recording instrument from his pocket, turns it off and throws it to the front row.

Then he opens his hand and laughs, ”Okay. I can't scare you, I admit.”